Where are you?

I'll wait by this window everyday,
and watch the flowers grow;
and watch the vines climb higher and higher,
as they kiss my window sill.

I'll wait and feel the summers breeze,
rubbing against my cheeks,
for a thousand years, it wouldn't matter,
I'd wait and wait and wait.

I'll wait and brace through the storms,
the snowfall and the dawns,
and watch flowers die and bloom,
as I wait here in my room.

It could be a month, a year, a century,
but I wouldn't care,
for your arrival is all that fills my heart,
and eliminates my despair.

Where are you?
My Love,
I'll wait for you here.
I'll wait for you through thick and thin,
until you appear.

I'll wait by this window everyday,
as history repeats,
death, life and everything,
they mean nothing to me.



Ian